*I don't own the Outsiders...
Thank you all for your wonderful reviews. I'm only 15 and read the Outsiders for the first time in seventh grade (though I've read it many more times). I don't really know where I'm going with this, but I'm trying.
Enjoy, Sunkissedchris.
(PPOV)
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I desperately tried to focus all my attention on the clear starry night above me.
I was scared. I hadn't ever been scared for my life before, but I was now. Despite my foggy state, I knew I was in deep. A small voice back in my head kept whispering, if they don't hurry, you may die right here.
I was scared when my parents died. I was scared the State would send me away from my brothers, from the gang, from everything I knew and love, my life. Well what was left of it anyway. But laying here I was scared for my life, that was new and different in the worse way possible.
You may die right here, the annoying voice whispered.
"Shut up, I'm not going to die." Great now I'm talking to myself and no one is here.
I was freezing, if I didn't get pneumonia it'd be a miracle. I also knew that I wasn't only cold due to the weather and water but from blood loss. My vision was fuzzy and I was getting more and more tired.
You promised Johnny you'd stay awake and damn it you are going to.
I looked at Johnny's t-shirt pressed to my side. I watched as my blood seeped into the shirt, much too quickly, I thought. Lastly, the pain, I didn't know a stab wound could hurt like this. Johnny pulling the switch out was horrible, nearly pressing me to my limit. The wound now pulsed white lightening throbs.
Darry hit me. I still couldn't seem to wrap my head around it. It almost seemed like a dream now, maybe this is just apart of my imagination, I'll wake up and Soda's arm will be thrown around me and I'll be sweating 'cos it's almost Summer, and it's getting warm out again.
Darry hit me, but I know he wouldn't have wanted this to happen. Don't think about this now, too hard and too much to think about.
I glanced at the clear night above me once more. At least... its not raining. Everything around me had lost focus. I tried to blink it away. Well maybe I could just shut my eyes for a little while. I'm not suppose to do that though, but I couldn't remember why.
Warm hands gently pulled me up and I felt warm wrap and curl around me, like steam whirling around your face when you open a hot bowl of food. I shivered violently. I could hear voices and sirens.
I vaguely realized the voice closest to me was Sodapop. I couldn't tell what he was saying but it was comforting to know he was here. The other two voices hummed around me, but I couldn't really focus on 'em enough to know who they belonged to.
Someone pressed on my side and I groaned loudly, the pain and sound of my own voice almost bringing me out of my semi-conscious state but not quite.
The sirens were closer now and all voices and activity around me were washed into a gentle hum.
My last bit of sense dropped, as I fell into darkness.